
Unbroken They stop you on your way down a worn path. A seclude copse of twisted trees, storm blasted, yet beautiful, in their deformity, in their stubbornness. They beckon you, they force you to acknowledge them, to guess their age, to wonder how life can sometimes defy. You pass on, but you will return, and they will remain, Unbroken. Derek Ross




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Thank you my man. I’ll maybe buy you a pint for that 🤔
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I like the poem and the photos in equal measure!
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Hi there, thanks again. Wasn’t too sure about the poem tbh, but those trees needed something! Maybe the Paralympics were on my mind re poem?
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I can see the connection there, yes.
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Loved the poem. Feel those sentiments often when walking in the mountains. Mankind’s insignificance as the remain. 🏔
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Thanks Elaine. Aye, nothing like nature to bring you back down to earth sometimes.
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Wonderfully produced images, Derek. Quite stunning, actually. And I don’t think you should have any doubts about the poem – I really like its simply and straightforwardly expressed depth.
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Thank you so much! Makes it all worthwhile 👍
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